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Aye...
Aye - I'se must confess yer right bout dem 'ticular books: 'n you bein poet and all - where's I'm more's a pretty pictures lubber: buts we's both seems to be the visceral types - gimme dem clear skies, an armada of mozzies 'n a strong sou-wester shivering me backside whilst I stoops meself over d' glass.
Well..... actually f#*@ the mozzies, sou-wester and the bloody stooping - take my advice Russ and get yourself an old office chair, even if it hasn't got a back, as long as the gas lift bit works. Something, anything; to park, perch or balance your butt on becomes an essential after half an hour or so!
Cheers, Darryl.
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